There isn't anything Alfred can say to that - all he can do is whimper, looking very guilty indeed and looking down. Shame. Of course, of course he knows better. 'How could I have been so damned stupid?'
The touch feels nice, soothing, and in spite of feel as though he really doesn't deserve it, he leans into it, sighing a little.
"G-good. I...I don't know what I would do if I had hurt either of you. I can't remember much, only...being...thirsty, angry, and - and...."
Oh.
Oh god.
Oh no.
He doesn't go on, but he does go very red all of a sudden, looking equal parts mortified and witheringly guilty.
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Date: 2022-01-09 07:19 am (UTC)The touch feels nice, soothing, and in spite of feel as though he really doesn't deserve it, he leans into it, sighing a little.
"G-good. I...I don't know what I would do if I had hurt either of you. I can't remember much, only...being...thirsty, angry, and - and...."
Oh.
Oh god.
Oh no.
He doesn't go on, but he does go very red all of a sudden, looking equal parts mortified and witheringly guilty.